"Everything was okay."
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Ella Was  by LyssFrom1996
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Ella was beautiful. Ella was fast. Ella was gone. Ella was never coming back.
[ s k i n n y   l o v e ] by BehindTheNiqab
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skinny love : (n.) when two people love each other, but are too shy to admit it, even though they still show it. Paristella's Contest ~ Round 2 [ Short Story #54 / Romance #240 ]
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Tall by puncheddrunk
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There were three things that Dawn was certain of: 1) she's tall (she stands 5'10 which is really tall for a girl and according to her, well, she's basically a giraffe), 2) her best friend is getting married and 3) she believes that she'll never find true love. But things started to change after she spilled hot coffee to this strange man named Eric who is: 1) he's short (he stands 5'7 which is really short for a guy), 2) is actually her neighbor and 3) lost his belief in love. Will they find their way together to believe in something again? (Copyright © Flores, Catherine 2015)
Ante Meridiem by cityscape
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A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]
The Definition of You and Me by cityscape
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In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.
sleepless, loveless by cityscape
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"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.